After thingking there should at least be SOME limitations so that I can say that there is no way I can do THIS or THAT, like, say, I may not have a woman who has had a child since she will compare me to her husband, dead or alive, I was... shocked... pleasantly, of course, to discover that the only thing necessary for me to have anything is ME wanting it.
Which is why I have decided on making the guy who addressed me as "Dear Friend", in all three of his e-mails to me realise just how DEAR I intend to be.
I was looking for an island, but I thought, the USSR is dead, so that other place there that has another country between the USA and the USA [itself], is basically free of real use, so I have appropriated it for myself.
I am giving the United States President five weeks to evacuate everyone in Alaska, and leave the military ordinace pretty much as it is... as I mentioned on Saturday, I hate limits, so if anyone decides to take something OUT, I may just be interested in it, and try to find out why he thought something like maybe nuclear weapons aimed at USSR were too volatile to be left to me.
If there is any hint of sabotage, I will not take matters into my own hands: I will say to God, "Well, Father, YOU said that I ought to be myself, that heaven and earth is Yours, and that You had claimed me for Yourself; now, why am I being limited by mere people who thing they can tell me what to and what not to do?
Maybe, You should drown the whole American seaboard, since You did say You would not destroy the whole earth for the man's sake, with a flood, but well, USA is just a little piece of it, so I wont miss it..." that kinda thing.
It wil then go down to the wire, you see, and I will just wait to see what The Almighty God would do.
So,
Five weeks it is, Mr Obama!
But back to this place, in Mzansi, I have to point out that I was a bit...hasty... in saying that I had already chosen the ten, because 'technically' the 'choosing' was effective AFTER Michelle first, second and thirdly insulted me.
And she does not even look nice, at that. her teeth show, she has the beginnings of a moustache, no curves, too short, and her nose is like a hawk's, there are no redeeming features to her at all.
She uses this pink eyeshadow thing to hide the fact that her eyes are sunken in, her forehead protrudes at the top, meaning she is not a person who 'reasons' things through, but rather insists on her own way, even when she is courting disaster. So, the best thing I can do, is just reject her.
Whish means the 'divorcee' from Simonstown court is also out, which is a relief, since, her 'hair' was pushed back, and cut short, and... ah, what the heck, she had a nice ass, and who cares if she has had kids, she has a nice ASS, so I like her.
But the little imp, if he did not heed my call, is DEAD. I hope he goes to Zimbabwe, and for his sake I hope that, since I want this all broadcast EVERYWHERE, nobody, even the incorrigible Mugabe, dares to say a word to remind me that there is a place called Zimbabwe where I said I would not go, again.
If Mugabe says anything about me, if anyone says anything disparaging about me, then I WILL, just decided to go back on my word and go for a visit, and end up taking out a sword and putting everyone I do not like to it.
So, I suppose that the best thing for everyone is to be as quiet as churchmice while I take out my willy and piss at everyone... and take what I want in the process, and THEN, maybe, I may just be lenient!
Yeah, right!
Nine years of subservience? We shall see!
Speaking of seeing, I saw two women, one on Saturday, and one just a few moments ago, and the one I saw on Saturday was when I was at Sunny Cove station. She is the one I would have liked to exchange for the divorcee, since technically this 'divorcee' was BEFORE I asked, so, well, OK, I suppose she is the tenth, scratch the divorcee with her bad hair.
She was going Fish Hoek way, and I was below her at the station, and she looked down, talking to this other girl, and she was smiling at whatever was being said, or she was saying,
...and I stared.
At her face, her shoulder length golden hair, and the fact that while she registered that I was staring at her she seemed so surprised that someone should actually LOOK at her, and admire her...well, she looks good.
I was...mesmerised.
I went up the steps after her, and stood and STARED, as she climbed that 'flyover' over the station, and she turned and stared back as well. I was noting the shape of her llong legs in these blue sock thingies women seem to like so much, and her calf length boots, and the drab woolen jumper she had on, as if to disguise herself, and...well, I thought...
For crying out loud! I want this one. Can I have her? Or am I up to my full quota?
Thankfully, I remembered something that God had said, like, almost a year ago, about that very moment, and I was comforted.
When He hinted on even bigger change, I thought He must be joking, because I wanted to have money and travel, and stuff, but then I realised that He has a point:
Why should I spend my time making 'trades' with people about things that I ought to just have by virtue of being the bigger, the stronger, the owner.
So, I will, instead of trying to even 'help' anyone, just arbitrarily go my own way, and woe to whoever tries to stop me.
*******
The next woman was just a few moments ago,at the library. She too had blonde hair, but her face was that of a woman in her early middle age, and yeah, she had a ring...rings, actually, was a bit an the fleshy side, wearing a suit, and her face was quite good looking. She came in about a flier, could not wait, and I felt my lustfulness pouring over.
That she has kids is a given, one can see that. But then, the only reason why a woman would have kids is if the man was too much of a coward to be upfront to her about it, and used subterfuge to get her. If she relaxes, and even momentarily yields, then he will impregnate her.
Which brings up a very interesting point... I do not want women who ever submitted to other men, because her 'desire' would be for that guy, and whoever comes after will be second-string.
So, no mothers. Because being impregnated is the surest sign of surrender!
Which is why I have decided on making the guy who addressed me as "Dear Friend", in all three of his e-mails to me realise just how DEAR I intend to be.
I was looking for an island, but I thought, the USSR is dead, so that other place there that has another country between the USA and the USA [itself], is basically free of real use, so I have appropriated it for myself.
I am giving the United States President five weeks to evacuate everyone in Alaska, and leave the military ordinace pretty much as it is... as I mentioned on Saturday, I hate limits, so if anyone decides to take something OUT, I may just be interested in it, and try to find out why he thought something like maybe nuclear weapons aimed at USSR were too volatile to be left to me.
If there is any hint of sabotage, I will not take matters into my own hands: I will say to God, "Well, Father, YOU said that I ought to be myself, that heaven and earth is Yours, and that You had claimed me for Yourself; now, why am I being limited by mere people who thing they can tell me what to and what not to do?
Maybe, You should drown the whole American seaboard, since You did say You would not destroy the whole earth for the man's sake, with a flood, but well, USA is just a little piece of it, so I wont miss it..." that kinda thing.
It wil then go down to the wire, you see, and I will just wait to see what The Almighty God would do.
So,
Five weeks it is, Mr Obama!
But back to this place, in Mzansi, I have to point out that I was a bit...hasty... in saying that I had already chosen the ten, because 'technically' the 'choosing' was effective AFTER Michelle first, second and thirdly insulted me.
And she does not even look nice, at that. her teeth show, she has the beginnings of a moustache, no curves, too short, and her nose is like a hawk's, there are no redeeming features to her at all.
She uses this pink eyeshadow thing to hide the fact that her eyes are sunken in, her forehead protrudes at the top, meaning she is not a person who 'reasons' things through, but rather insists on her own way, even when she is courting disaster. So, the best thing I can do, is just reject her.
Whish means the 'divorcee' from Simonstown court is also out, which is a relief, since, her 'hair' was pushed back, and cut short, and... ah, what the heck, she had a nice ass, and who cares if she has had kids, she has a nice ASS, so I like her.
But the little imp, if he did not heed my call, is DEAD. I hope he goes to Zimbabwe, and for his sake I hope that, since I want this all broadcast EVERYWHERE, nobody, even the incorrigible Mugabe, dares to say a word to remind me that there is a place called Zimbabwe where I said I would not go, again.
If Mugabe says anything about me, if anyone says anything disparaging about me, then I WILL, just decided to go back on my word and go for a visit, and end up taking out a sword and putting everyone I do not like to it.
So, I suppose that the best thing for everyone is to be as quiet as churchmice while I take out my willy and piss at everyone... and take what I want in the process, and THEN, maybe, I may just be lenient!
Yeah, right!
Nine years of subservience? We shall see!
Speaking of seeing, I saw two women, one on Saturday, and one just a few moments ago, and the one I saw on Saturday was when I was at Sunny Cove station. She is the one I would have liked to exchange for the divorcee, since technically this 'divorcee' was BEFORE I asked, so, well, OK, I suppose she is the tenth, scratch the divorcee with her bad hair.
She was going Fish Hoek way, and I was below her at the station, and she looked down, talking to this other girl, and she was smiling at whatever was being said, or she was saying,
...and I stared.
At her face, her shoulder length golden hair, and the fact that while she registered that I was staring at her she seemed so surprised that someone should actually LOOK at her, and admire her...well, she looks good.
I was...mesmerised.
I went up the steps after her, and stood and STARED, as she climbed that 'flyover' over the station, and she turned and stared back as well. I was noting the shape of her llong legs in these blue sock thingies women seem to like so much, and her calf length boots, and the drab woolen jumper she had on, as if to disguise herself, and...well, I thought...
For crying out loud! I want this one. Can I have her? Or am I up to my full quota?
Thankfully, I remembered something that God had said, like, almost a year ago, about that very moment, and I was comforted.
When He hinted on even bigger change, I thought He must be joking, because I wanted to have money and travel, and stuff, but then I realised that He has a point:
Why should I spend my time making 'trades' with people about things that I ought to just have by virtue of being the bigger, the stronger, the owner.
So, I will, instead of trying to even 'help' anyone, just arbitrarily go my own way, and woe to whoever tries to stop me.
*******
The next woman was just a few moments ago,at the library. She too had blonde hair, but her face was that of a woman in her early middle age, and yeah, she had a ring...rings, actually, was a bit an the fleshy side, wearing a suit, and her face was quite good looking. She came in about a flier, could not wait, and I felt my lustfulness pouring over.
That she has kids is a given, one can see that. But then, the only reason why a woman would have kids is if the man was too much of a coward to be upfront to her about it, and used subterfuge to get her. If she relaxes, and even momentarily yields, then he will impregnate her.
Which brings up a very interesting point... I do not want women who ever submitted to other men, because her 'desire' would be for that guy, and whoever comes after will be second-string.
So, no mothers. Because being impregnated is the surest sign of surrender!
